Epilogues: January 2017
Everything old is new again. That isn’t, however, due to it being January. That’s due to the sunrise every morning, and the hope that years can’t hinder…and the cats that keep coming.
Old cats at home
One of the first birthday presents I remember receiving was a Casio keyboard. Although this did not launch me to the levels of Keyboard Cat or Nora, it helped prepare me for Anneke and Mimi.
Fruitful labors
You did not ask the cats for advice for what to do with yourself this Labor Day. Fortunately, cats like giving unsolicited advice.
Grauitous cat photos: O come all ye hatted edition
Warning: your IQ is about to slump precipitously. Promise: it is going to be absolutely worth it.
No more kings
The arrival of The World’s Most Famous Infant has people talking about royalty: crowns and Union Jacks and kingly things. People who know about these things say it’s good to be king. To which, as often, the Tabby’s Place cats say: o really?
The purring prophet
Not every cat has an epic oratorio bearing his name. Then again, not every cat is Elijah.
Super moon-faces
Tonight, we’ll all see a Super Moon rising. There’s just one thing even more super than this. Tell me true: what’s superior to Supernanny, a supermajority, Super Mario, and even the Price is Right’s famous Superball?
A nice little hole in the wall
Full disclosure warning: I was not personally present for the events I’m about to describe. That just might be a good thing.